National Poetry Month: April 12

Hi friends!

It’s that time of the month. No, not that one, silly! The one where you wake up and think, time for a haircut! I’m that way, spontaneous. I can’t decide when I leave the salon when to pre-book my next one. A friend of mine told me recently that she’s lobbed her own locks for the past several years. Bravo, I thought. I did that once, in my twenties, and ended up having to shave my head. When my buddy Gregory and I slipped into Mexico for a quick weekend getaway, the locals took me for a skinhead. Um, no.

Haircuts are us: quirky, relaxing. The favorite part of the service (they’ve done studies) from a consumer’s standpoint: the shampoo. Some haircuts make for better headstands. Some are snazzy sidling up to a roaring fire. All in all, haircuts fascinate me. And that’s why today I chose to read Evelyn Hampton’s “some haircuts” from her prose/poetry collection We Were Eternal and Gigantic at Magic Helicopter Press:

Robert Vaughan reads “some haircuts” by Evelyn Hampton – YouTube

cover art by Chelsea Martin

When  is the last time you had a remarkable haircut? How did it cling to bulwarks? Where was your gel when you most needed some? Are you still a mousse user and are afraid your friends will see you buying it at Rite-Aid?

Love your hair- hope it wins.



2 thoughts on “National Poetry Month: April 12

  1. Jim McCabe

    I got some great haircuts back in the early ’80’s. I was living in a little college town in western New York, and I had a dear friend who could really work those scissors.

    I don’t have as much hair now, and I get what’s there razor cut by a Mexican barber. Most days I go Sam Jackson style with a Kangol 504.


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